TheEclecticOne

You woke up from your nightmare, flinching from the sound of thunder outside. You got up and made your way too your father's room. Despite trying to be brave like him, you still got scared sometimes. Nightmares and thunderstorms were two of those things. You knocked on the door, since your dad kept it locked. The door opened not a moment later, with your father in the doorway. His black hair was shorter than you'd seen pictures of, but it still almost reached his shoulders. "___? What's wrong?" he asked tiredly. "I had a scary dream, Daddy..." you said, clinging to his pants. "I.. I'm not brave, like Daddy..." you looked up at him, fear sti